As Sergeant Thorne conversed with Dr. Carson with this Daemon and Gray just a few steps from them, Avis preferred to keep his distance and watch Gray from afar, taking in the information being dispensed by the handler.  If Gray, indeed, had a 15-meter limit to her ability, long-distance attacks would be her disadvantage.  In this case, Avis would have an advantage over her in terms of ability.  The only thing Avis needs to do to beat her would be stay away at least 16 meters wherein he can still see her for his gift to take her down.  After all, the only condition for Avis' ability to work is sight:  as long as the enemy is in his personal sights, in that, he can see their figure, it will still work.  He wasn't really sure how 15 meters would like from a distance, but he was damn sure he can really still see her.  Of course, everything was theoretical as he had never thought about engaging an enemy from a long distance; more often than not, he often used his powers when he was a but a few meters away from them.  So, he wasn't even sure his plan would work.  One thing was for sure, though, if Gray does succumb to his ability, she ain't going to be walking straight for a week.

The team dispersed as Thorne, Gray, Dr. Carson, and Daemon all became the anti-social people they were all meant to be.  Each going their own way except for Daemon and Dr. Carson who kept conversing.  In this case, there was no point in talking to a guy who Avis was so close to making him flop on the floor like a pierced fish.  So, really, there was no point in talking to anyone.  Dr. Carson was too formal and thought that everyone had a crush on her.  Thorne was too unfriendly and anti-social to even start a casual conversation with.  Gray was too hostile and unstable.  Daemon was too serious, and had this air of aloofness around him.  Avis couldn't help but think that they were in a cliche horror military film wherein all the agents were people who wallowed in self-isolation.  Avis was the jolliest bastard one could find in this shithole.  But, it wasn't in his personality to say all of these things.  He always kept a controlled tongue and a smiling face.

"I'm going out."  Avis announced, scratching his head before putting on some slim-framed shades to hide his eyes.  "And, don't worry, I know the two-block limit without a handler.  Beyond that, I'm fried.  I've got my GPS in my watch to keep track of my distance."  Avis put his hands in the pockets of his coat before hopping up the stairs.  "I'll be back in a few hours."  Avis gave them a reassuring smile as he finally got out of the Blacksite.  As an agent, he was allowed a maximum of two hours of restricted outside contact back at HQ.  But, without the yoke of HQ, he was allowed to be outside for as long as he wants whilst maintaining the two-block limit.  Even now, Avis knew that HQ was monitoring his movements, and would zap him the moment he tries to do anything funny.  But, all negative thoughts vanished as Avis got out of the bar, fully relishing the fresh air and the casual feeling of the normal world.  Whenever he was outside like this, there were no expectations whatsoever.  He wasn't a metahuman nor was he a rogue; heck, he wasn't even an agent.  He was just...  a person.  A stranger.  Someone who passed by another.  He just existed alongside others, and for Avis who was experimented on for days on end, just existing without expectations was more than enough.

So, the young lad walked on and on, making sure he was still within the two-block limit.  He stopped by a nearby tea shop, stepping inside as he ordered a pot of jasmine green tea.  The glass windows of the tea shop allowed Avis to observe the people as they continued to go about their daily lives.  And, as he sipped the hot beverage, he couldn't help but sigh in disappointment that these people were heedless and unappreciative of the freedom they had-- of the freedom Avis once had.  Avis reclined in his seat, pouring himself another cup as a woman cleared his throat to get his attention.

"Hi, is this seat taken?"  she gestured to the empty seat in front of Avis.

"Sure, take it."  Avis shrugged in response as he adjusted the shades that covered his eyes.  As the girl took a seat, Avis noted her features.  A smooth, almost creamy complexion paired with stunning cerulean eyes and a luscious blonde mane which was tied in a ponytail.  She was a young woman, as Avis could piece it together, and her cute, button-like nose complimented her overall features.  Her thin lips was parted in as smile as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.  "What's your name?"

"Oh, I'm Claude."  Claude grinned, extending her hand for a shake which Avis took.  "Yours?"

"Eyes Kerch."  Avis introduced himself as he took another sip.

As Claude smiled up at him, Avis knew that the next few hours were going to be great.

And, it was.  Him and Claude visited the different places (still within the two-block limit, of course), and Avis had never been happier in the past years.  They acted like a casual couple, sharing a few secrets here and there; they also flirted with each other like young teens.  For some reason, Avis was beginning to see that this girl he met in just a day would quickly become important to him.  And, while he never really believed in love at first, Avis was willing to bet blind right now.  Soon, the duo stopped at a cafe as they sat beside each other laughing at the memories where they were almost chased out of the nearby art museum for being too noisy when faced with a certain blank canvas which was considered as an artwork.

"I still can't believe that the blank canvas was considered art!"  Claude spoke in pants as she pressed her palm against her stomach.

"That goes to show that you just can't trust your eyes, my dear."  Avis grinned as he rested his hand on the table, his five fingers tapping one after the other.

"Nope.  Nope, you cannot."  Claude mused, subtly placing her hand over his as another smile lit up Avis' face.  "Do you always wear shades?"

"Y-yeah.  I've got an eye problem, you see." Avis lied through his teeth as another person accidentally bumped into him, jolting Avis forward which knocked his shades to the ground.  "Damn it!"

"Are you okay?!"  Claude unknowingly pulled Avis' head too hard, causing her to fully face the metahuman without his shades.  A look of horror, of disgust shrouded the woman's features.  "Y-you're...  one of them.  You're a freak.  This won't work between us!"

Avis remained silent, picking up his shades before bowing his head.  Claude stormed off in a huff, stating how she was doing him a favor of not telling the others of his curse.  In exchange, he was not to go near her again.  As Avis watched her leave, he sighed before clenching his hand around his left arm.  Fury, sadness, deceit.  They all flowed within him as he bit his bottom lip in frustration.

"Yeah.  You can't trust anyone's eyes nowadays."  Avis muttered under his breaths as he took his cup of cappuccino before heading out into the streets.  "And, it never really works.  It never does, it never did."